A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates last month. I got sick over Thanksgiving and ended up being ill for nearly two weeks. Then, my coworker got arrested, and since he and I were the only ones trained with that computer program, I had to pick up the slack. Plus there was Christmas and family things and ... All in all, December was a crazy month. I still wrote in my spare time, but actually getting online to post things wasn't going to happen. But I'm back now, so let's try to get back in the swing of things.

This chapter is two chapters that weren't long enough to be actual chapters on their own, so to warn you off the bat, the transition between them isn't the smoothest. But that means it's a longer chapter, and there's a (Yullen) lemon in it, so I don't think that's gonna be a problem...

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Not only was I actually allowed to marry my Moyashi, but they let us go on a honeymoon as well. It was only for a couple days, but it was still an official vacation away from headquarters. That's right, they actually let Allen, in his heavily pregnant state, go out into the real world.

We were given a suite at a hotel in what most people would have regarded as a "picturesque" seaside town, but I wasn't the type to care about things like that. We also never left the room, so I didn't have to pretend to care about it either; neither of us were interested in sightseeing. Allen was too pregnant and obviously male to want to be out in public.

With the exception of meals, which were delivered to our room, Allen and I spent the entire trip in bed together. In fact, once he stripped that first day, the Moyashi didn't put a single article of clothing back on until it was time for us to leave; he wore only his new ring, leaving his naked pregnant body on display. We talked occasionally about our marriage and our upcoming parenthood, but for the most part, we were either asleep or having sex. I took full advantage of the fact that this was potentially the last chance I would get to have him all to myself for quite some time, and I spent as much of that time fucking him as I could.

Personally, it was some of the best sex we'd ever had, but Allen didn't see it that way. He was just too pregnant for the sex to be as good for him as it used to be. That's not to say that he didn't enjoy it - if that were the case, he wouldn't have acted like a tease the entire trip - but it was better for him back when he wasn't so big. He was probably right about the actual quality of the sex, his large belly did make maneuvering around him awkward, but there was just something about his pregnant body that aroused me so much that I didn't care. And Allen was very aware of that fact. He joked more than once that if the decision were up to my penis, he'd be spending the next several years pregnant.

Allen may not have gone on a mission in eight months and he may have been heavily pregnant, but his stamina hadn't suffered for it. It was only the size of his belly that kept him from topping me like he used to. He was every bit as limber as he had always been. And every bit as willing to spread his legs for me as he always was. A little tingling of guilt nagged at me with that thought, but I pushed it aside to focus on my naked husband.

The Moyashi had rolled over onto his hands and knees, leaning his top half against the mattress with his ass in the air. His cheeks had gotten bigger and softer over the course of his pregnancy, and the way they jiggled as he shook his hips at me was incredibly erotic. It was painfully obvious what he wanted, and I was incredibly willing to give it to him, but not without teasing him first.

His ass was practically begging to be played with sticking up in the air like that, so I reached over and grabbed the globes of flesh, squeezing and kneading them with my fingers. Allen moaned into the pillows, but even though the sound was muffled, I could tell that he wasn't enjoying this as much as I was, and that was unacceptable. So I changed positions, kneeling lower behind him so that I could reach his ass with my mouth. The moment I nipped at his skin, he shrieked, which was the exact reaction I wanted to get from him, so I continued to nip and suck until I had left a bright red hickey on the middle of his left cheek. The right received similar treatment, and by that point, his moans were more like whimpers. From there I moved lower, to the crease where his ass met his inner thigh, and before I was done with that hickey, Allen was outright begging me to take him. "Ah! ...Oh g-god! ...Yuu! Ju-just fuck me already! Please?!"

I paused briefly to make sure that he was still properly stretched from our last round before grabbing his hips for leverage and plunging into him. The tight heat of his passage felt amazing against my shaft and I took a moment to revel in it. When I finally started moving, I deliberately avoided hitting that spot that I knew would make him scream. The Moyashi was fun to tease, and I loved hearing him beg, so it wouldn't have been nearly as enjoyable if I gave him what he wanted right away. It was incredibly entertaining having him constantly moving his hips around, trying to make me hit that spot while I was deliberately avoiding it; I knew exactly where it was, and even with his squirming, I wasn't going to hit it if I didn't want to.

But as much as I loved teasing him, I also loved hearing him cry out in pleasure, and hitting that spot was a guaranteed way to turn him into a writhing, gurgling mess. So when I'd gotten my fill of teasing him, I changed angles and immediately began pounding into that sensitive spot. Allen screamed, and it wasn't long at all before his mind became so muddled with pleasure that he couldn't even string two syllables together much less actually say something coherent.

It was so delicious hearing him get lost in his pleasure that I came before he did. I'd been under him enough times that my pride was no longer bothered if I came first, so long as he came too. Which he did. His whole body spasmed and shuddered the moment I began to release my load inside him.

When I pulled out of him, Allen flopped limply over onto his side, letting his white hair fall into his face. I was instantly on edge, worried about the boneless way in which he'd just collapsed, but then he turned to look at me, and the brief smile he gave me told me that he was tired and not hurt. "Can you let me rest for a little bit? The babies didn't like that last position."

"What hurts?"

He batted my hands away the second my fingers touched his bare back. "Oh no, I'm not falling for that again. You're just going to use massaging my sore muscles as an excuse to start another round. Lay down and keep your hands to yourself, pervert."

I raised an eyebrow at him in a mixture of offense and curiosity. "Is that any way to talk to your husband?"

He stuck his tongue out at me. "Of course it is, Bakanda. You're a pervert."

"Then what does that make you, wiggling your ass in the air and begging for sex?"

"I never said that I wasn't one." He let out a yawn that made his face look so innocent that it completely contradicted what he was saying. "After all, I did agree to letting this weekend be entirely about sex."

I laughed. "True."

He pouted at me, but the expression disappeared with another yawn. "Now, let me sleep for at least an hour, and then you can have your way with me again, ok?"

I laughed again. "Ok, Moyashi."

He leaned his head back against the pillows and was instantly asleep. I watched him for a moment before I decided that it was probably a good idea for me to get some sleep too. As I laid down beside him, I reached out to brush his hair out of his sleeping face, but my hand was immediately slapped away.

"No touching."

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A wheelchair. I was in a fucking wheelchair.

My "honeymoon" had gone fine. Well, as fine as it could have gone considering that I was heavily pregnant with twins and sex was a whole lot more difficult than it used to be. The long weekend away from headquarters was a moment of tranquility in the chaos of the previous few months, but then everything went straight to hell again.

The morning following our return, I was dragged out of bed and down to the infirmary before I could even have breakfast. Without a single word in explanation, the doctors put me through an exam that went well past "thorough" and lasted at least three times as long as my usual exams. It was already mortifying because of the numerous hickeys that Yuu had left on very private places of my body during our honeymoon, but the doctors actually had the nerve to ask what had happened to my hole, and no matter how many times I said it, they refused believe that it was three days of nothing but sex that had made it so raw and stretched out.

The exam pissed me off, but not nearly as much as it did once I finally got an explanation for why they were being so much more thorough than usual. Apparently, my antics during my wedding ceremony weren't taken as hormonal annoyance but as a legitimate complaint that I was in pain, and as such, the doctors had decided that they needed to do everything they could to figure out what was causing that pain. It was completely ridiculous.

Until they showed me the x-rays.

The cracks in my ankle bones weren't just not healing as fast as they should have been, some of them were actually worse than they had been just two weeks earlier when I'd been forced back into the brace. And it was hard to argue against such obvious proof that my pregnancy was putting undue stress on my ankle. So my stubbornness caved and I finally admitted to being in constant pain whenever I was on my feet. There was a spark of triumph in Yuu's eyes at that, but he stayed quietly in his corner.

I was expecting to be ordered to try to lose weight in order to alleviate the strain on my ankle, but it turned out that I was also anemic, diabetic, and more than twenty pounds underweight. The babies were healthy, if a little small, but I was definitely not. My diet was going to have to go through a complete overhaul to get me healthy before I had to give birth. But that didn't irritate me like I thought it would. After all, I was, technically, being ordered to eat more food, and that was far from being a punishment. Or maybe I was just too pissed off about other things to care.

Like the wheelchair.

In order to keep me off my feet, and therefore off my broken ankle, as much as possible, I was being confined to a wheelchair. I cussed out the doctors worse than I'd cussed out anyone in a long time, but they didn't budge. In fact, they didn't even seem to be afraid of me. I later realized that that was because they were more scared of my overprotective husband than they were of me, but at the time, it just pissed me off more that they weren't scared enough to cave to my demands.

At least the doctors all agreed that I could tell everyone that the wheelchair was just a precaution. My health problems were nobody's business but my own, and nobody needed to know about them; especially not while the others were all still being overbearing about trying to get themselves back in my good graces. It was going to be obnoxious enough lying and telling them that the doctors were simply worried that I was going to fall and hurt myself, so there was no way in hell that I was actually going to tell them that the wheelchair was medically necessary. But even Yuu agreed with me on that, so even though I knew he was going to drive me crazy with making sure that I was actually using the wheelchair like I was supposed to, I could at least be grateful that he wasn't going to nag me about it in public.

Being confined to a wheelchair was every bit as humiliating as I thought it would be. Especially in those first few days while I was still figuring out how to get around on my own without needing to have someone push me. I did not like feeling helpless like that. Losing the freedom to move around hurt more than just my pride; I felt trapped. The lack of mobility made me feel like a sitting duck, just waiting around for an enemy attack, and that made me incredibly jumpy. Everyone learned really quickly not to sneak up on me while I was in the wheelchair.

And as horrible as it sounded, I was immensely thankful that Cross had dislocated Teidoll's shoulder. The man clearly had no interest in leaving headquarters, at least, not while I was still pregnant, so he remained just as much of an annoyance as all the others. But at least with his arm in a sling, he couldn't physically push me around like the others could. And that in turn meant that I could actually escape from him when I needed to. Though threatening to tell Cross that he was annoying me was also a very effective way to get him to leave me alone.

The only silver lining was that I was still allowed to walk short distances, though that was with the caveat that "short" meant "nothing longer than the distance from the bed to the toilet". And if my next exam revealed that I was abusing that small freedom, then it would not only be taken away, but Yuu would have permission to tell Lenalee the true reasons why I was in a wheelchair. Because while I may have been upset with her over how she acted during the whole prostitution thing, I was still beyond terrified of what Lenalee would do to me if she found out why I was really in the wheelchair. Especially while she was still being so completely overbearing with her friendship towards me.

On the other hand, maybe the wheelchair was a scapegoat, something for me to be angry at so that I wouldn't have to think about that other thing the doctors had discovered during my exam:

I had a birth canal.

It wasn't open yet, but that was going to change in the next few days. Rather than cutting me open like we had planned, my body was capable of birthing my babies naturally. I was actually going to be able to deliver my twins like a woman would.

And that was absolutely terrifying.

Everything I had ever read or heard on the subject said that childbirth was the most painful experience that a woman could endure. I had lived through a lot of painful things before, some of which - such as having a tease eat a hole through my heart or getting stabbed in the stomach by my boyfriend's Innocence - were actually potentially more painful than childbirth, but I didn't doubt that childbirth would be the worse experience. I was male. My body wasn't built for carrying and delivering babies. And if women, whose bodies were built for that, could barely do it, then how on earth was I supposed to do it?

The doctors repeatedly assured me that a natural birth was monumentally safer than an experimental surgery, but that did little to ease my nerves. I couldn't be sure that they weren't just saying that to calm me down. After all, they had been saying for months now that my ankle was recovering just fine, but it turned out that they were lying to avoid stressing me out, so why was this any different?

Ok, sure, I was partially at fault for that for refusing to admit that I was in pain, but maybe if they hadn't been telling me that my ankle was fine, I wouldn't have felt the need to lie and act like it was fine even though I knew it wasn't.

All I really knew was that childbirth was going to suck.

I loved Naomi and Kaya though, and if giving birth naturally was what was best for my daughters, I would do it. Then again, it's not like I had a choice. I couldn't stay pregnant, so I would have to give birth. There was nothing I could do about it.

So instead of dwelling on it, I channeled all my fear into anger towards the wheelchair. That obnoxious metal contraption was making my life incredibly difficult and I was stuck in it for the foreseeable future. It deserved all the anger that I threw at it.